THOUGHTS UPON HUNTING. I^p 



not like a parcel of brave fellows, who, when they engage in 

 an undertaking, determine to share its fatigue and its dan- 

 gers equally among them ? 



-Far o'er the rocky hills we range, 



And dangerous our course j but in the brave 

 True courage never fails. In vain the stream 

 In foaming eddies whirls ; in vain the ditch. 

 Wide gaping, threatens death. The craggy steep. 

 Where the poor dizzy shepherd crawls with care. 

 And clings to ev'ry twig, gives us no pain ; 

 !feut down we sweep, as stoops the falcon bold 

 To pounce his prey. Then up th' opponent hill. 

 By the swift motion slung, we mount aloft : 

 So ships, in winter seas, now sliding sink 

 Adown the steepy wave, then toss'd on high. 

 Ride on the billows, and defy the storm." 



SOMERVILLK, 



It was then the fox I saw, as we came down the hill : 

 those crows diredied me which way ' to look, and the 

 sheep ran from him as he passed along. The hounds are 

 now on the very spot ; yet the sheep stop them not, for 

 they dash beyond them. Now see with what eagerness 

 they cross the plain ! — Galloper no longer keeps his place. 

 Brasher takes it : see how he flings for the scent, and how 

 impetuously he runs ; how eagerly he took the lead, and 



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